Monologue

Baptista Monologue from The Taming of the Shrew

From The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 28 sec

Why, how now, dame! Whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps. Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her that did ne’er wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

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